"I've already left to deliver the goods. I'll reach there very soon.
I really want to see who this lucky girl is, whose parents are gifting her so much."
That was the next message.
After reading it, Nidhi was stunned.
"You are personally delivering the order?" Nidhi replied.
"It's such a big order. Of course, I need to give them the best service. What do you think?" came the response.
Nidhi felt confused.
She couldn't understand what kind of family ordered so many clothes, bags, and shoes at once—and that too in a single order.
Are they planning to open another store? she wondered.
At that exact moment, a BMW stopped in front of the Singhania mansion.
Several students nearby ran excitedly toward the car.
"Miss, you're back?"
"Miss Mansi has returned! Hurry, Miss Mansi is here!"
Mansi stepped out of the luxury car gracefully.
Her face was average, but her figure was attractive. Her brown eyes sparkled, and her hair was styled perfectly.
Many servants rushed forward to welcome her.
One servant, carrying her bag, walked beside her and said politely,
"Miss Mansi, you were very busy with your exams, so I didn't disturb you. But now that you're back, I finally got the chance to talk to you."
"What is it?" Mansi asked casually.
Mansi wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but she carried the aura of wealth and superiority.
She behaved like a princess. Today, she was wearing a fluffy pink dress, holding a designer bag, and adorned with high-end jewelry.
Her kind of beauty could easily be maintained with money and good skincare.
The servant was about to continue, but before he could finish, Mansi noticed several unfamiliar faces in the garden.
They were arranging beautiful bags and clothes on display racks and carefully carrying them inside the house.
Some servants were decorating the garden with balloons and star-shaped lights.
Daisy was busy instructing the staff.
Daisy had been Natasha's personal nanny since childhood.
She had taken care of her since she was young.
Kavita already had five sons, and when Mansi was born, she didn't have the energy to breastfeed her.
So Daisy stayed by Mansi's side—feeding her, caring for her, and doing everything for her.
Because of this, Daisy held a much higher status in the house compared to other servants.
Her bond with Mansi was almost like that of a mother and daughter.
The moment Mansi saw Daisy, her eyes lit up.
She quickly called out and walked toward her.
"Aunt Daisy!"
"My child… Mansi, you're finally back!" Daisy smiled warmly as she came closer.
"I missed you so much. I told you to stay here, but you didn't listen. Look at you now—you've become so thin. You've lost so much weight."
"Looks like you've lost weight too. Did you miss me that much?" Mansi laughed.
She smiled and glanced at the busy crowd behind her.
"Did Mom and Dad plan this surprise for me?
Is this a reward for doing well in my exams?
Or do they think I'm grown up now, so they're throwing a big party?
Or is this celebration for my college admission?"
Hearing Mansi's words, Daisy's expression stiffened slightly.
"I'm going to check everything," Mansi said happily.
But Daisy quickly stopped her.
"Miss Mansi… this is not for you."
After saying that, Daisy looked at Raman, the servant standing beside her.
Neither of them wanted to upset Mansi or ruin her cheerful mood.
"I know you didn't expect me to return so early because of my friends' plan," Mansi said with a smile.
"Is the preparation not finished yet?"
"It's okay. I'll pretend like I didn't see anything.
You all continue your work."
She laughed lightly.
"I didn't see anything at all."
"Miss Mansi…" Daisy tried to say something.
But before she could finish, Mansi turned away without listening and quickly walked inside the house.
She believed her parents were trying to surprise her, and that was why the servants were lying—to protect the surprise.
Smiling to herself, Mansi entered the hall.
Inside, she saw many items displayed neatly on racks.
Seeing everything, her happiness grew even more.
"Every dress… every bag… all of this is for me," she whispered to herself.
Her heart filled with excitement again and again.
Daisy wanted to tell Mansi the truth as soon as possible, but seeing her bright, happy face, she couldn't bring herself to say anything.
While Mansi had already returned home, back in her room, Nidhi had just finished her work and finally felt free.
She wanted to rest for a while.
Just then, suddenly, someone knocked on her door.
Inside the house, Mansi was watching everything from the window, completely confused.
How could they release the ribbons without telling me or calling me?
If I had recorded this scene and posted it on social media, I would have gotten so many likes and new followers.
Pushing those thoughts aside, Mansi decided to go to the garden to take some photos.
Just then, she heard her parents' excited voices.
"Our precious girl…"
Mansi's heart skipped a beat.
They have never called me so lovingly before.
Are they missing me because I stayed away from home for so long?
But I'm still inside… Do they think I've already reached the garden?
With a sweet smile on her face, Mansi walked toward the garden.
But the very next moment, her eyes narrowed in shock and confusion.
She saw her parents holding another girl's hand lovingly, talking to her with warm smiles.
That girl was slim and delicate.
Her skin was soft, natural, and glowing—completely opposite to Mansi, whose shine came from makeup and expensive products.
As Mansi moved closer, she noticed the girl's simple clothes, yet her facial features were strikingly beautiful.
The girl's face looked somewhat similar to her mother.
A soft breeze passed by, making the girl's loose hair flutter in the air.
She looked effortlessly graceful.
Who is she?
And why are my parents treating her so lovingly?
Mansi's heart burned with anger and jealousy as these thoughts kept repeating in her mind.
What do you think—will Mansi be able to stay calm after learning Nidhi's truth?
What will happen when Mansi finds out that she is not the real daughter of the Singhania family?
Will there be sisterly affection between the two, or will the spark of hatred ignite?
If you want to know what happens next, stay connected with our upcoming chapters of
My Mysterious Would-Be Wife.